No, I Really Have A Banana!

I don't know what you do when you have no school and only work 8 hours a week, but I get another job. This means that instead of becoming a cashier at Walmart or working for Sears or Seven Peaks, I took a job with my aunt in her office. This means that I get to set my own hours, and that I can't really work outside of normal office hours; i.e. I have evenings and weekends to my own little socialite (haha) college student self. Woot! Anywho. Yesterday was my first full day of work. It began like this. I was told to be at the office at 10:00. I had gone to bed past one, and my little sister was kind enough to agree to wake me up by 9:00 so I could shower and leave by 9:30 to be there on time. She then left for some reason, and arrived home at 9:15 to wake me up. So I showered very quickly, clothed myself, and ate breakfast in the car, all in exactly enough time to arrive at the office at precisely 10:00. Where there was no one. I was by my lonesome (in terms of people to advise, instruct, and slave drive), which does not make for a productive use of time. Fortunately, I had stuff from the previous afternoon to complete, and so worked on that. It was then convenient that 45 minutes later when I was finishing that, a slave driver arrived to put me to work and to instruct me on what the devil was to be done. My day further involved a trip to the post office, the bank, the mall, searching for a banana, and learning how to pintrest. Pintresting is not terribly difficult, but I had never before done it. The banana search was directly related to the mall. My aunt told me to return some pants, and to drive her car. She wanted her banana though. I could not find the banana. I went back into the office and told her so. She told me, "No! I really do have a banana!" And then I went and found it in the trunk under the pants. Twas all very interesting. Then the mall. And then a birthday celebration, and dinner at Magleby's. And. That is what one does.